Public Nudity Minus the Freakout

Megan was not only naked and embarrassed- she was also very confused. What was going on? How was she naked in public? And why was nobody freaking out? That strange man had asked about her shoes, totally glossing over the fact that besides her footwear she was bare as a babe!

Megan shuffled onwards down the boardwalk, cupping her naked crotch. She could feel her big tits bouncing, her soft thighs jiggling. If she'd known she was going to be naked in public, she would have hit the gym more! She wasn't fat by any means, but she could feel every jiggle from the thicker parts of her body as she walked.

She kept wincing, waiting for the crowd to react: for everyone to yell, point at her, to laugh. But, there was no such reaction. People did look her way, but they seemed to just appraise her nude body quickly, then give her a grin or a nod. They weren't even leering really, seemingly just taking her in as causally as it could be. How was this possible? It defied all sense. But, so did suddenly coming to naked in public. Surely this was a dream or some madness? Megan couldn't tell. The only thing she could tell was she was naked in public, and apparently getting away with it... so the question was, what should she do next?